Am I me or am I just a soul manipulating a body? I feel a strange disconnect when I listen to deep jazz music, like I and my body are separate entities. Like if the water in a shower is too cold, you choose to continue instead of listening to your body telling you to move away.
Consciousness: the free will that allows us as people to make illogical choices. That allows us to create, innovate, explore and do what we are afraid to do.
Some of us are slaves to the demands of our body; laziness, fear, procrastination, all of these things that we as souls and not the body don't want. We want to be active, brave, take initiative or even carry out our plans, but it is a battle between the mind and the body.
Prologue The Soul
A small creature awakens in a dark land. It bears the form of a child but lacks any features on its shadow black body. It covers its visage with a pale white, double pointed mask and don's a cape of what appears to be individual locks of brown fur. The mask lacks any features as well, having only 2 large black eye sockets peeking through. On its back, a short lance of some sort, rusted from age.
Ruins and darkness surround this creature, only the fireflies illuminating the area with the help of a clouded over moon. The sunlight has long since touched this lands earth. The ruins echo of a time when life was widespread and commerce was booming. Now nothing but a dark fog remains.
The creature, lacking any purpose or objective or purpose, stood there, gazing at the sky under a broken lamp post. Lacking any memories or desires, it proceeded further into the wastes.